Today, while staring blankly at the sunny YVR tarmac, I had an epiphany. It happens sometimes.
It circled vaguely around thoughts I’d thought once or twice before. The idea that once we are born, we grow a bit, and then spend the vast majority of our insignificant little lives, decaying. I sat there all smugly and smiled at my own intellectual ingenuity.
But then I began to listen closely to the ear tingle of a familiar song my little thinker box speakers were speaking. “Teen Angst” by one of my most favorite modern philosophers, Placebo, the trio.
“Since I was born, I started to decay” as the song goes.
Well fancy that. Not only am I unbelievably wise beyond my years, reaching great spiritual realizations in everyday mundane moments, but I’m on the same thinker train with the likes oh a great modern poet and international rock star.
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June 12, 2008 at 16:24
hcorman
Certainly a deep realization, although not a very uplifting one. Yes, as I grow older, I can relate to your comments about decay. Parts of my body seem to abandon me. My right knee decided I couldn’t run anymore when I was in my twenties, for example. My hair forgets that it is supposed to be strawberry blond, not grey. However, other parts of me (the not physical parts) seem to grow. My patience. My ability to recognize what is really important in life. So, the cave is not totally dark and dank. There is a glimmer of light in the corner.